Day 2 of the boring weekend. Within the length of the night, Seonghwa had finished the last of the drama. He was fucking up his sleep pattern, but he really didn't care. The ending had been pretty standard: guy gets the girl, enemy gets his retribution, they live happily ever after... completely cliché, but it also made him wonder if he himself would ever get his happy ending. It was such childish, wishful thinking, although sometimes the childish wishes are the ones we desire most.

Lying on the bed spread legged on top of the blanket, it occurred to him how truly alone he was in this world. Billions of people in this world, and he could feel so lonely. He also knew, however, that he wasn't the only one sharing this sentimentality. Many other people did too, he just didn't know who they were yet. Maybe one of these other poor souls was the one for him. He sighed, closing his eyes and drifting off for a second.

His short nap was cut even shorter by a loud, decisive knocking on his front door. Wondering who it could be, he got up and strode to the living room. As soon as he opened the main door, he was greeted by a loud, energetic, "Morning, hyung!" It was Jongho.

"Good morning, Jong. What brings you here at this hour? Did something happen?"

"Well, if I told you, you'd find it ridiculous."

"Who says I would? C'mon tell me."

"We have a favour to ask, Hwa hyung. Could you um," He tapped the tip of his slipper against the carpeted floor nervously. "Would you come over and play video games with us? Sannie and I are bored, and neither of us are working today. We've already roped in Hongjoong hyung, but the more the merrier. It isn't fun playing two players cause I always end up winning."

That was it?!

"That's all?" Seonghwa let out a laugh in disbelief while Jongho nodded his head. "Yeah, that's all. So, are you up for it?"

"Oh, you bet! Let me just change my clothes and I'll be over."

"Oh, please don't, hyung. We're pretending it's a sleepover. Just come over in what you're wearing now and you should fit right in." "If you say so." Seonghwa grabbed his keys and phone before following Jongho across the hall and into the siblings' apartment. "Fair warning, I'm not good at games at all."

"Don't worry, we're all apparently bad at games. I only win because it's between me and Sannie."

As he entered, the first thing Seonghwa noticed was Hongjoong, slouched on the sofa as though he had no backbone, and the pink-haired seated on the floor with his legs outstretched, leaning against the base of the couch. "Morning, Joong, San." "Mornin'."

"Jongie managed to convince you?" "Nah, I'm just bored out of my mind. Let's play!"

They played a round of rock, paper, scissors to determine the order they would select characters: and Jongho won, where he chosed to go in a counterclockwise order, meaning Seonghwa next, followed by Hongjoong then San. The brothers truly had some weird rivalry going on. It was the most intense Mario Party game any one of them had ever played... except for maybe the Choi siblings.

The 'all for themselves' battles were a sight to see, especially the minigame 'Camera Shy', which may have scared the heck out of some people when they rounded a corner and bumped into an opponent. A fair amount of curses came out of it too. But the best one had to be the ones involving luck, which were also the likeliest to be fight inducing. Clearly, Hongjoong and Seonghwa both did not have lady luck smiling on them. They kept drawing the bowser hammer or low number cards in 'Chips and Dips', picking up the ropes without fishes in 'Cheep Cheep Chance', and dressing the character heads with the most bizarre, unmatching clothes. Each time, however, they'd just laugh at their misfortune.

On the other hand, the 2 Chois were bickering their heads off, blaming each other when something unfortunate happened. "O, why did you push me?! I was gonna pick that card!" "Who asked you to choose me for the duel? You were asking for it!" Never ending statements trailed from their lips.

Ultimately, Jongho won, which wasn't a surprise, but unfortunately, he wasn't able to beat Wriggler.

"You lost again?! When are we ever gonna try Toadette's Music Room?"

"It isn't as easy as it looks."

"Yeah, after 27 attempts. Maybe if you let me try, I could make it."

"You tried it when you won that one time, hyung."

"Yes, that was once. You've tried it 27 times, Jong. Can't you let me battle?"

"Then you gotta try harder to win, Sannie!"

"Little brat..."

"You know you still love me."

"Of course I do, but I'm not gonna lose next time."

"If at first you don't succeed, try, try again. Maybe 2, or 3, or 4... thousand more times."

"Why you-"

Before San could wreak havoc upon Jongho, a knock echoed through the room. "Now who could that be?"

"Most likely the pizza delivery."

"What pizza delivery?"

Hongjoong went to get the door while Seonghwa explained, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees as though he were talking to children, which he didn't doubt if he was. "While you guys were arguing, Joong and I noticed it was about lunch time and decided to order something that could be delivered, instead of having to go out."

That one round of the game had taken two hours, mainly because everyone had been so focused on sabotaging one another instead of letting one person win. It was a great time passer, or waster in Seonghwa's case.

"Yeah, so now you guys owe Joong, let's see, $26."

The brothers turned to each other. "All or nothing?" "All or nothing."

"Rock, paper, scissors shoot. Ooooooooooh. Rock, paper, scissors shoot. Yay! I win! Ole! Jongho's gonna pay, Jongho's gonna pay wha- whoop!" San was running on the sofa cushions, blatantly celebrating his victory. Meanwhile, Jongho groaned. "Why do I always lose when it's the money ones?"

"Sucks to be you, bro. Don't worry, if at first you don't succeed, try, try again. Maybe 2, or 3, or-" His teasing was cut short by Jongho launching himself at him, both of them falling onto the couch in a heap. "Ow, Jong, maybe you should stop working out. The next time you do that to me I'll become a pancake."

"Oh, I'm counting on it."

"Are you kids even hungry?" The two older were stood around the kitchen island, an opened pizza box between them with three slices already missing. The shorter of the two turned to face the other, and said in a rather sorrowful tone: "It looks like we can share this whole pizza, Hwa." "We didn't say we didn't want any..."

The pizza and all the sides were devoured in minutes. At this moment, the four were sat on the floor and sofa once again, eating ice cream out of the containers because no one said they couldn't. Three of them shared a tub of Neapolitan while San happily had his own.

"I still don't know how you abide the taste," Seonghwa stated, dragging his spoon through the chocolate side of the container.

"Yeah, I don't get it either." Hongjoong agreed.

"I'm your brother, but I can't understand too," Jongho chimed in.

"Woah, woah, woah," San placed his tub on the foldable coffee table they had pulled out from under the sofa, and put his hands up in surrender. "What's so wrong about liking mint chocolate chip ice cream anyway?"

"What's wrong is that you are liking a toothpaste flavoured thing that doesn't help you at all. At least toothpaste has a purpose." Seonghwa explained logically.

"Well, I can't be the only one who likes it."

"He's right," Hongjoong admits. "Mingi adores it too. So, I put up with it when he wants to share, but sincerely, I hate it. And now, he doesn't force me anymore. Thankfully."

The chatter in the room lulled as they focused on the ice cream, when out of the blue, Jongho suggested something. "Hey, hyungs, since we don't know each other that well yet, apart from Sannie and me, let's play a game to know each other better." The other three nodded unanimously. "Sure, what game?"

"I was thinking 'true or false'. If the statement is false for you, the you can have a scoop of ice cream."

"But the ice cream will melt..."

"It's all in the fun of it. I'll go first," Jongho said, claiming his spot as game master. "Have you ever done it in bed with someone?" Only three spoons were lifted.

"What the-"

"Ooh um."

"Hongjoong, I have a lot of questions."

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Seonghwa soon found himself walking out of the apartment building, clutching an umbrella in one hand and his phone in the other. If only he wasn't so unlucky...

"Okay, so the takeout shop is four blocks away. Let's make a bet. Winner of the round doesn't need to do anything, two people will pay, and the ultimate loser will go get the food. Deal?" "Deal."

Guess who the absolute loser was.

He sighed as the light drizzle started, opening the umbrella and walking slowly down the streets, deciding he would quickly get the food and return. The walk hadn't taken as long as he expected, although the rain had gotten a million times heavier. He texted Hongjoong, who had given him his number prior to his departure, that he would stay at the shop a little while longer, upon the insistence of the two cheerful owners, Junhui and Minghao. In the short while he was there, he found out that the two had been dating for three years, and were soon to be wedded. They were both from China, and had started the Chinese takeout shop together as a joint venture.

After ten minutes, it was clear that the rain was not letting up, so he bid the happy couple goodbye and was off on his way back, lugging the two bags of food. As he rounded the final corner back, he noticed something amiss.

Across the road, in the centre of the park, was a manmade lake. Normally, on sunny days, the lake would be as clear as glass, and spotting the fishes darting about in the water was easy. That was not the issue. What was amiss, was the dark silhouette of a human seated on the bench beside the lake. He was drenched, and Seonghwa felt a spur of pity spring up from his heart. He hurried over; at least he could provide some shelter and a hot drink or something.

When he was a few metres away, however, he jolted to a halt when he realised he recognised the person. He tapped the other on the shoulder, causing him to look up.

"Yunho, what's wrong? Why are you crying?"